A/N: Wow this took a long time. This story is so busy that not all the plot lines can be attended to in one post. But here you go. Hope you enjoy. Don't get all excited after reading this chapter, this story has a long way to go before everything works it's way out. Oh and SOMEONE in this chap makes a lil slip up. Whoever can point it out wins uhhhhhh I don't know a write in or something.

Ingrid's cheerleading practices were held everyday. But Fillmore's practices were only on Wednesday and Thursday. So he came to watch Ingrid on all the other days. At first Ingrid didn't like it. Fillmore was part of her new life and gymnastics was part of her old life. She hated mixing them. But Fillmore never commented on her being a cheerleader; the irony of it all. And he hadn't said a word about her appearance since that first day.

Life continued like that for a week. The case hadn't gotten anywhere despite all the leads. Everyday Fillmore and Ingrid would sit through average classes and go to practice. Then Fillmore would walk Ingrid home, holding hands for the act. Matthew would be at Ingrid's waiting to brief them on the case and ask them questions. Somewhere in the space between Matthew leaving and Ingrid going to bed Anza would call. He would ask all sorts of questions, one after another.

"How's the case? How are you and Fillmore holding up? I like your new hair. Why don't you ever call? Having fun as a cheerleader? How much longer will the case take?"

At first Ingrid didn't mind but since the calls came every night she became annoyed. "Why are we going out?" She asked herself one night before realizing it was a horrible thing to say.

Finally, Matthew showed up at Ingrid's practice one day.

"Are you in charge?" He asked, tapping her on the shoulder.

"Yes, I'm Mindy Thompson, head cheerleader. Is there a problem Officer..."

"Delaney," he filled in. He knew Ingrid had to play dumb because the whole team was watching and listening. "I need to talk to Tandi, Libby, Debbie, Samantha, and Cindy." Ingrid was slightly surprised by this odd assortment but she shrugged and turned toward the squad.

"This is Officer Matthew Delaney. He wants to talk to Tandi, Libby, Debbie, Samantha, and Cindy."

The girls whose names had been called stepped forward and followed Matthew to a small room just off the gym. Ingrid had the rest of the girls work on sideline cheers while she talked to Fillmore.

After about 20 minutes Matthew emerged followed by the girls he had been questioning. He left without saying anything. Ingrid called everyone to the center of the gym.

"This was a great practice and you all worked really hard. But there are only a few minutes and I don't want to start anything new, what do you guys want to do?"

"Let's play a game!" Jamie shouted

Ingrid raised her eyebrows, "what kind of game?"

"Truth and Dare," came from the back of the group but Ingrid didn't know who said it.

"That's a great idea!" Jamie agreed. "It's just like Truth or Dare, but you have to do both."

Ingrid shrugged, "Okay, let's play."

After a few simple dares and boring truths, it was Ingrid's turn.

Teresa turned to her, "Mindy, have you ever kissed Brian?"

Ingrid flushed a light shade of pink. "No," she said, hesitantly, predicting her dare. For now she was thankful that Fillmore was out of earshot.

"Your dare," Teresa gave a dramatic pause, "Is to go kiss Brian right now."

"Teresa! You can't dare her to do that!" Chloe tried to ride to Ingrid's rescue.

"Of course I can; it's part of the game. Go on Mindy."

Ingrid looked around hopelessly before rising slowly. How was she going to do this? There was no way out, what could she do? "It's for the job." She thought to herself. "It doesn't count, it doesn't mean anything." She reached Fillmore and calmly leaned over to whisper in his ear.

"Fillmore, I don't have a choice. It's for the case, I'll explain later." She pulled away and hesitated for only a few seconds.

Fillmore was perplexed but only for a moment because Ingrid leaning towards him was pretty self explanatory.

It didn't last very long, but it was different than what they had expected. Ingrid blushed momentarily with no reason. There was nothing romantic between them, there had never been before. So why wasn't the kiss empty? Was it because it had been shared between friends? Was it the act they had been putting on? Was it the "ooooo's" and "ahhhhhh's" of the cheerleaders? The fact that they were being watched? Whatever the reason, there was something there. They didn't know what, but there was something.

"That's enough practice for today," Ingrid said, snapping back to reality. After everyone had gone she looked at Fillmore. "Brian I-"

He shook his head. "We'll talk later, we need to get to your house.

Ingrid nodded and took his hand. They didn't know it but they were being watched.

"So what have you got for us?" Fillmore, Ingrid, and Matthew were sitting in Ingrid's room at 5:00.

"Well," Matthew took out his notes, "Well, Debbie, Libby, and Cindy, I couldn't find a motive for. But I have a couple of questions about Samantha. For one, why is she a cheerleader? She was so shy and timid when I interviewed her."

"The guilty ones usually are," Fillmore commented.

"No, she's always like that. I think she was forced into cheering." Ingrid said. "In fact she told me one that her mother made her because she thought it would help her people skills."

"I think that's a motive, I'll check into it." Matthew made a note on his paper. "Tandi, she's pretty outgoing right?"

"Yeah, she was like a captain until I showed up." Ingrid remembered Tandi's reaction the first day she came. "You don't think she did it though?"

"I think she could have," Matthew said. "She's put in an application to be captain three times and every time she got denied.

Fillmore raised his eyebrows, "when were the requests submitted?"

"Two were when Katie was still the captain. The other was submitted just before we decided to send Ingrid."

"So what's the connection?" Ingrid asked.

"Her application rejections coincide with the times other squads started popping up with our cheers."

Ingrid shook her head, "maybe she was framed."

"The only other suspect so far is Samantha." Fillmore pointed out.

After discussing whether or not Samantha could pull of such an elaborate hoax Matthew left.

"Wanna play cards?" Fillmore asked.

"Sure," Ingrid agreed. "But, I get to deal. Just because we're friends doesn't mean I'll let you cheat at cards."

Fillmore laughed, you don't mind when we play double against the rest of the patrol." Fillmore pointed out, smiling.

"When we play doubles I win. I don't like to lose."

They had barely gotten out the cards and dealt them when the phone in Ingrid's room rang. Ingrid sighed and got up to answer it.

"Hello?"

Ingrid, I need to talk to you, are you by yourself?"

"Joe? Yeah my dad's at a meeting and my sister's shopping. Fillmore and I are just playing cards."

"Fillmore's there without your dad?"

"Yeah, we do this all the time, Joe."

Fillmore got Ingrid's attention and made a sign, asking if he should leave. Ingrid shook her head no and Fillmore sat back down.

"So what did you want to talk about?"

"I saw you today, Ingrid."

"Where?"

"Your cheerleading practice."

Ingrid's heart skipped a beat and she asked a question, already knowing the answer. "When?"

"You know when Ingrid."

"Joseph I-"

"Was it for the case?"

"What? Of course it was! I didn't have a choice."

"Did you feel anything?"

Ingrid was silent for a moment, thinking of how to express what it had been.

"Ingrid?"

"Yeah?"

"Did you feel anything?"

"No," she lied. "Of course I didn't. Come one Joseph, it's Fillmore." She wasn't sure if she was trying to convince him or herself. "It was for the case, I had no choice."

"Are you sure?"

"Of course," Ingrid Third hated lying. Right now she had to lie to everyone. She was undercover, lying to her boyfriend, lying to the squad, and lying to herself.

"I've got to go, Ingrid. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Bye Joseph."

Ingrid hung up the phone and turned to Fillmore. She relayed her story to him and they played cards.

"So you told it was nothing, right?" Fillmore asked, after winning the fifth hand in a row.

"Yes." There was an odd silence as if each was trying to figure out what to say.

"This assignment is crazy, Ingrid. Could you imagine us together?"

Ingrid broke into a rare smile, "I think I know you to well." She said shaking her head. And as if to prove her point she reached over and grabbed his arm. She stuck her hand just far enough up his long sleeved shirt to pull out a stack of cards he'd been stashing. They laughed, and waited for Ariella to come so she could take Fillmore home.

Laying in bed that night Fillmore thought to himself. "It wasn't empty. There was something there. But what was it?

A/N: Okay, there you go hope you like it!